The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell like needles through the grey sky. I stood alone in the courtyard. My uniform was wet. The heavy wool clung to my back. It weighed a thousand pounds. Or perhaps it was the guilt. I am a Sergeant in the Watch. That is what they call us here. Not police. Not guards. Watch. We watch over the sleep of the city. We keep the dark at bay. But the dark has teeth. And it wears my face. I...

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